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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.