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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Scientists,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Wings,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.