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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.