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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Joy Division 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.