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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.