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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.