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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.