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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Television,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.