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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.