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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
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.