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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
cv313,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.