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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.