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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.