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 Cuba and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.