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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.