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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.