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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.