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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
a-ha,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.