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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.