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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.