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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.