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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Chrome,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.