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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.