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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Japan,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.