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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
AZ,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.