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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Monks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.