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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.