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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.