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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.