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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.