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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry 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?
Outsiders,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.