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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.