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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.