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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.