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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Mars,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.