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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.