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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.