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 Italy and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Move to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.