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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.