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 Bolivia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Gong,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.