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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.