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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.