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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.