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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.