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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.