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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
X-102,
Aswad,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.