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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.