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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Boredoms,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.