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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.