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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.