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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Faust,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.