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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Lyres,
Franke,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.