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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.