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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.