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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.