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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.