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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.