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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
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.