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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.