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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.