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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
MC5,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.