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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.