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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.