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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.