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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Skriet,
CMW,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.