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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.