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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Gong to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.