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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.