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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.