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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.