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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Yaz,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.