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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
DNA,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.