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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Nas,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Magma,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.