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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.