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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.