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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.