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 Slovakia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.