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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Hoover,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.