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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.