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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.