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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.