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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.