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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.