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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Pole,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.