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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.