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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Organ,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.