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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Franke,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.