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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.