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 Brunei 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.