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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.