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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
X-102,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.