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 Singapore and from New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.