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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.