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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.