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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Slave to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Whodini,
the Association,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.