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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.