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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.