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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.