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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Monks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.