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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Lalann,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.