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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.