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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.