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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.