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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.