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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.