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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.