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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.