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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.