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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.