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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.