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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Organ,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.