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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.