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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.