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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.