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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.