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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.