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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.