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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.