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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.