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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Nas,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.