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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Chrome,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.