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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.