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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Magma,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.