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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
The Fall,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.