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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.