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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.