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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.