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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.