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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.