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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.