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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Can,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.