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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.