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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.