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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.