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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.