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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.