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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
ABC,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.