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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.