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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.