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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Monks,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.