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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.