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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
PIL,
MDC,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
New Order,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.