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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.