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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.