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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.