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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.