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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.