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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.