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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.