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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.