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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.