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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.