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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.