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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.