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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.