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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.