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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.