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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.