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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.