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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Smog,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.