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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.