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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Slits 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Rakim,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
MDC,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Scion,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.