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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
cv313,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.