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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Skarface,
CMW,
Little Man,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.