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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Can,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.