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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.