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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.