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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.