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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 UT to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.