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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.