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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.