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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Liliput,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.