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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.