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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.