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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.