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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Dead C to the dance 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.