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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Can,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.