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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.