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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.