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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.