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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.