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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.