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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.