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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.