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 Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Smog,
Technova,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.