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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.