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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.