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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.