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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.