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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.