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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.