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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.