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 London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.