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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.