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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.