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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.