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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.