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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.