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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.