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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
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.