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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.