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 Kazakhstan 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.