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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.