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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.