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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.