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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.