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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.