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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.