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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Scion,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.