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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.