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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.