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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.