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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.