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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.