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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.