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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.