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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.