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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
The Gories,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Yaz,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.