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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.