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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.