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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.