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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.