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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.