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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.