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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.