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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.