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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 organ 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 Residents to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
EPMD,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.