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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.