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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.