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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.