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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
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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.