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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.