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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.