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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.