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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.