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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Magma,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.