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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.