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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
MC5,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
UT,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.