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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.