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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.