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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.