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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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.