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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Mars to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.