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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
ABC,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.