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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.