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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
The Standells,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.