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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.