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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.