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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
The Standells,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.