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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
UT,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.