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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.