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 Syria 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.