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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Interpol,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.