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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.