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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.