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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.