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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Television,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.