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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.