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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.