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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Ossler,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.