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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.