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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Skaos,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.