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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.