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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.