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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.