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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.