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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.