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 France and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.