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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.