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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.