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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.