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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.