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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Whodini,
New Order,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.