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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.