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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 Columbus and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.