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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.