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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.