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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.