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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.