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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.