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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.