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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Wire,
JFA,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.