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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.