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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.