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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.