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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.