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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.