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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Technova,
The Doors,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.