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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.