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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.