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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Human League to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.