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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Smog,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Television,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.