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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.