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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.