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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.