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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.