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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.