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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.