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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.