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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.