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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.