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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.