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 Iran 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.