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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.