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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.