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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.