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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
The Fall,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.