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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.