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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Crime,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.