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 Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.