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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.