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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.