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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.