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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.