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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.