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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 MC5 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
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The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Remains,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.