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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.