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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.