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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.