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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Television,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.