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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Mars,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.