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 Japan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Ituana,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.