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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.