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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.