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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.