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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.