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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.