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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.