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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.