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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.