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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
MDC,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Erasure,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.