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 India and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Fear,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.