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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 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 techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.