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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.