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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Technova,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.