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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.