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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Star Department to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.