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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.