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 Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.