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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Index,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Q65,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.