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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Crime,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.