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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.