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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.