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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.