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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
The Motions,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.