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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
The Standells,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.