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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.