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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.