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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.