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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.