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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.