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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.