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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.