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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.