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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.