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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.