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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Mars,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.