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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.