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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.