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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.