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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.