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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.