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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.