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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.