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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.