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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.