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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.