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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Technova,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Television,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.