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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Magma,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.