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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.