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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.