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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.