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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Deakin,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.