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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.