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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.