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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
X-101,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.