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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.