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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
X-101,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
ABC,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.