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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.