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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.