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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
John Cale,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.