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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.