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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
UT,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.