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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.