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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.