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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.