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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.