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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.