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 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.