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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.