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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.