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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Index,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Can,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.