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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Audionom,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.