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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.