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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.