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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Supertramp,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.