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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.