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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.