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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
MC5,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.