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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.