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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Scion,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.