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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Crime,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.