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 Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.