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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.