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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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?
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Brick,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.