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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.