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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.