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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.