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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.