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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Pole,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.