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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.