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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.