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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Gong,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.