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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Slave,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
MC5,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.