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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.