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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.