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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
The Slits,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.