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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.