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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.