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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.