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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
UT,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.