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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quando Quango 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
ABC,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.