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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.