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 China and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.