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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.