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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.