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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
The Index,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.