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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.