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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.