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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Faust,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.