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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
The Move,
X-102,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.