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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.