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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.