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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.