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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Ituana,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.