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 Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.