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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.