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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.