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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Nas,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.