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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.