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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.