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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.