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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
JFA,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.