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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.