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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.