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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.