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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Franke,
Easy Going,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.