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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.