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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Crime,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.