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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.