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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.