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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.