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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.