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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.