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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '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 Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.