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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.