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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.