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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Brick,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.