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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.