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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.