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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.