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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 B.T. Express 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.