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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.