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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.