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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.