Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.