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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.