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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.