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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.