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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.