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 Sri Lanka 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.