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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.