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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.