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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Can,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.