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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.