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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.