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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Cameo,
AZ,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Make Up,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.