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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.