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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.