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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.