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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.