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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
UT,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.