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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.