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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.