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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.