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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.