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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.