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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.