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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.