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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.