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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.