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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.