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 East Timor 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.