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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.