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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.