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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.