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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Q65,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.