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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Gong,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.