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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.