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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.