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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.