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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.