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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.