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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.