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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.