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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.