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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Faust,
UT,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.