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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.