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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Monolake,
MC5,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.