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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.