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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Visage,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.