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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.